Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1887-06-14
A Trial Of F aith.

the supreme faith and perfect trust OF
the one in the other said the Heroine,
in voice that in moderately pretty
Girl would have seemed authoritative.
but not in q splendid creature as tall
and stately as Tennyson's Maud. with
red-brown hair, dark violet eyes and q
mouth shaped like Cupd's bow. mo
matter what appearances are against
him, no matter if time or distance or
malicious tongues seem to separate,
the woman should trust. Since l have
become engaged"
Engaged to what, Florencee" asked
Jacks sister, with her irreverent
giggle. But what could you expect of
a little understood creature. with a
turned-up nose and pair of green
eyes that look as inquistive as amp?
'When l think that you and Jack are
really to be married it does seem too
ridiculous, he has just gone into the
Senior at Yale and you out of school
last June. And then such lot of
sweethearts as he has had!' There were
Emily Hazen and Marie. De Bresc and
last year Professor Peters daughter,
the Youngest one. with the big black
eyes, that giggled. And to hear on.
the veriest sp. tire in school when you
got jealous, talking about love and
trust and faith! Now. my lady, don t
get vexed; it's all 'badinage and persi-
flnge,' as the woman of society would
say. I'm merely watching the miracle
of love"
Il am eighteen years of age, Susie
Lane, and your brother is, ah, twenty
one; we are he Their of us children; and.
besides, I'm not going to have you
making fun of me this way, and rid Gull
! ing everything. | shall never tell you
anything again as long as L live. l
thought you sympath zpd-"
"Ol, Florence, don't crr," cried the
scoffer. melted and distressed in turn.
'.Do let's sit down on this log and tell
us all about it. B elite is dying to hear.
and has been pinch ng me black and
blue ever since we started. Don't
/ mind me; you know that BERTHE and l
are nothing but miserable schoolgirls
| in scrubby cloth and know moth ,ng
but chemistry and moral and mental
phi losophy, and French and Germ an
and the sciences. and English litera-
ture and art; don't be bashful before
usp''
{ oh. hush. Sue," cried BERTHE; ave
are red of you and our nonsense. ]
want to have real sensible, senti-
mental time. Lets sit right here.
sh L had my sketch book. How
deep the wood is, and how, soft the
shadows, and that bank of ferns aud
the great boulder covered with lichens
! See the waterfall yonder, and that
haf-charred log. Ali this is the very
forest of Arden. Come, dear, tell liz
all about it."
''Well' said the Heroine, at hap.
pened at this very spot, yesterday AT
ternoon, just before he left on the p.
M. ira II. Indeed, l just can't tell the
very words, girls, because is kind oil
sacred; but he vowed he never cared
one straw for Emily Hazen or Mar {
De Bre>e, and rs for that Peters H.
he positively scorned her. | looked
very unnterested and digniied. anc
sa d | really didn't know why he shoulC
make me his conlidant, though was
Sues fir end and stay ny in h house
and all that and he pumped right ul
and down there where YOU are sitting,
BERTHE. and kissed my hand and told
memo, just won't; hut he talkel
perfectly beautifully about trust ant
faith, and how must believe in m
even though he We're far. far away Il
Yale, and here in PENNSYLVANIA. An,
he said We must RENE mber we wer
together in heart, though the hills lii
between.
Ale got that out of my scrap book. ;
said Sue conscientiously. But it came
In yer, well. Jack is !, very tidy boy
md | really believe he is ia love thi
time, and hope you will trust him
Florence. Lets 20 home and get int,
his top drawer and tuln out the memen
hoes of the past. Do YOU know tina
The other day | stepped in while 20,
and he were discussing eonStancv OF
the yeranla, and found twenty differ
ent locks of hair in one corner of tn
bureau, every color of the rainbow
except gray, and all mixed up, so tina
thON A'oNCtl lihC cOScpu COtlt OF I'll
garnet"
Don't mind Sue. Florie dear" sai
little Bert e, comfortinglv. II sa'
them. and there wasn't :, strand of rec
auburn l mean. in the lot
Il do not mind either of YOU" sal
Mss Maxwell, with dignity. II low
and trust.
Sue! where is Suep" called Mr.,
Lare one morning about three week
after tbs conversation. Come int
the library, your papa wishes to Sc
you.
Il wonder what mamma wantsp
sad Sue, putting down her linen doll {
on which she was working Rosin
Emmett tea party. "When they 90 ini
the library, and shut the door. and CT,
: me. something has happened to Jacl
By-the-way, you haven't had a leltt
, for a week, have you. Florence?"
r Not Tor two weeks" said FIorenc
! bravcly, though the teltale color dive
her cheek for an instant with n crimsC
. wave. Il don't believe you care OF
, bit about poetry, Bert e. I've he,
reading this lovely Absence for ha